Superwhite and Other Poems


Superwhite

First, there was a fish. And then
there was the consciousness of robots.
What came between
seemed durable enough: history
with no shadow in its mouth, the trees
a medium gorgeous,
and the bodies of shepherd friends
spaced out like picnics
beneath the adage of the sun.

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